Aaaaand then I notice that I'm about 8 inches deep in snow. And this is right outside the door - meaning there was more until I pushed the snow from the door swinging open.
Well well well. Some Duckaroos quackin in the river. How are their webbed feet not cold? Seriously...
Panning right: You could see super-thin sheets of ice floating down the river.
I think the congregation doubled in 10 seconds of them seeing me. Guys, I seriously have no bread.
Expressing my distaste for powder.
Panning Left: Who's gonna win a photo competition? THIS GUY. You should see the hi-res version of this.
Summer can't come soon enough...